one of these blokes i have the good fortune to be friends with now, 20 years later. mwsmedia just rocks my world. he grew up pretty good.
the other, PE, i don't know. the falling out was intense and there was much acrimony for years. to be honest (and reveal how horrible a person i really am) i don't remember much of either relationship or the life surrounding them. MWS has helped me piece together my time with him. i've never been that lucky with PE.
yeah so what?
i dreamt of PE last night. one of my "sonic the hedgehog" running and gathering adventure dreams.
i woke up wishing more than anything i could apologize to PE. not that i think that would help, it didn't with GC. but now it is out there.
the people next door moved out in the middle of last night. i heard every bump and crash. why i don't just take the fucking xanax when i feel insomnia arrive is beyond me. i have this competitive thing building, "i don't need no stinking xanax" and this scientology nonsense has just made me more self concious of the drugs.
but then, if i had had the benefit of these drugs in high school, there are many people i may still count as a friend.